we use the word love in such a sloppy way that it can mean almost nothing or absolutely everything

Wild Heart

Word Count: 3249

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Medical situations, Major character death(s), Pregnancy, Canon Divergence

A/N: Written for @ilostmyshoe-79 ‘s 20k follower challenge. The prompt was “Blame it on my wild heart.” Literally could not come up with a better title for this fic to save my life so…yeah sorry lol 

A/N #2: Awhile back I had a vote for which archangel you guys wanted. Lucifer or Michael. You guys picked Lucifer, thus picking the end of this story. 

Thanks to @nichelle-my-belle for beta-ing this. Forever ago. 

Dean led Sam down the sterile, white halls of a long term care facility. He hadn’t been specific on what they were doing there, just that Dean had something he had to show Sam rather than tell him. It would be easier this way, he said. “Dean.” Sam sighed. “Can you please just tell me what we’re doing here? We’re running out of time. We need to track down Lilith and kill her. We need to get you out of your deal.”

“We can’t.” Dean placed his hand on the metal door handle, the very last door in the hall. “I’ve been lying to you. I don’t want to die. I never did. But you aren’t the only reason why I have to.”

“I don’t - ” Sam started to speak and Dean held his hand up, stopping his brother from talking. He pushed down on the handle, opening the door and taking a step inside. He walked to the girl in the bed, brushing a warm hand over her chilly, pale forehead.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Dean whispered. “Brought someone else with me this time.” Sam took a few steps in and closed the door, stopping in his tracks when he saw her. His eyes widened and he stuttered a few times, trying to find words.

“Is that…? Dean that can’t be Y/N.” He knew it was. A slightly older version to be sure, but Y/N had been dead for almost 5 years. At least that’s what Dean had told everyone.

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Fourth place goes to @torn-and-frayed. She can rip your heart right out, as she proves with this piece of hauntingly gorgeous angst. Check out her master list after you read this. And if you aren’t following her, you should be! XOXO

Wild Heart by @torn-and-frayed

Word Count: 3249

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Medical situations, Major character death(s)

A/N: Italics are flashbacks

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Honeymoon Avenue

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think so!

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I really, really, really enjoyed writing this for some weird reason! It’s loosely based from the song Honeymoon Avenue by Ariana Grande which is one of my favourites and if you’ve not heard I really recommend it :-))


You stare at the screen of your phone, scanning the wordy text from your husband Michael.

I’m so sorry Y/N, I swear I didn’t mean anything. Please come home soon, I know we can work through this…

Tears mingle with anger as you hold down the power button, pressing on it harshly as you watch the illuminated screen flicker down until you’re left sitting in darkness, the only company being the thoughts racing through your head.

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he gets protective of you (4/4)

so the michael one was inspired by a request from alyscar66 and i thought this would be better as a blurb type thing so yeah, i included all the boys.

The tour bus was a pretty gross place. Not just because there was usually clothes strewn everywhere and dirty dishes piled up in the sink because no onecould be bothered to wash them, but because it forced the four boys to spend a lot of time together in a relatively small space and boys will be boys.
It wasn’t unusual for conversation to turn to girls when they got bored and it was even less surprising that those conversations usually bypassed a PG rating fairly quickly.
Ashton had managed to miss most of the current conversation about a girl that Calum had hooked up with after a show a couple of days back because he was busy face-timing you. The two of you had been friends since you were little and when he was away on tour you tried to talk a couple of times a week even when things got hectic. You reminded him of home even if he was miles away or in a country where he didn’t even speak the language. Besides his family you were probably what he missed most when he was away.
It was pretty late at home so the conversation wasn’t as long as he’d hoped it would be and he had to say goodbye to you before you’d gotten to finish your story because you kept nodding off in the middle of it. So reluctantly he made his way into the back lounge area where the rest of the boys were now playing FIFA.
“How’s (Y/N)?” Luke asked, his eyes not leaving the screen for a second.
“Yeah, she’s good; busy with school stuff but still good.” Ashton nodded to himself, settling into the couch next to Calum.
It was quiet for a few moments, the other three focusing on the game and Ashton thinking about a bunch of stuff, before Michael spoke up. “I’d sleep with (Y/N).”
Luke shot him a strange look that Ashton didn’t quite catch because he was too busy glaring at Michael instead.
“Dude.” Calum breathed out, pausing the game and looking between Ashton and Michael as if a fight was about to break out (and judging by the tightening in Ashton’s chest and the clenching of his fists he wouldn’t be surprised if he was right).
“Don’t talk about her like that.” Ashton told Michael, his words coming out through gritted teeth.
Michael put up his hands as if to say that he surrendered. “Relax okay; I was just saying she’s hot. It’s no different to when we talk about other girls.”
“(Y/N) is different, okay? You – you don’t get to talk about her like that.” And with that Ashton stormed out of the lounge and went to his bunk, leaving the other guys to wonder why he’d gotten so worked up.

Calum was having a pretty good time. They were in the middle of recording but, unlike when they were on tour, some nights they actually got to go out and tonight was one of those nights. They were in America so even though they were in a club they still couldn’t drink but Calum didn’t even care at this point, he was just enjoying having some time to let loose.
Ashton had somehow managed to take over the DJ booth, Michael was flirting with some girl, which left him and Luke out on the dancefloor, just genuinely having a good time. After a few more songs Luke started dancing with a pretty brunette and Calum needed something to drink, so with a nod to his friend he made his way out of the crowd and over to the bar.
While he was debating whether or not he should try to convince the guy behind the bar to give him something alcoholic a conversation happening a couple of seats down caught his attention. He turned to see a fairly buff looking guy who was swaying slightly while trying to talk to you. It wasn’t hard for Calum to pick up on the fact that you clearly wanted nothing to do with the meathead in front of you and he almost chuckled to himself until he saw the guy lean forward and place his hand on your upper thigh.
By the time Calum had shoved his way past people to get to your side the guy had his arm around your shoulder and was leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck as you tried to push him away. Calum cleared his throat, and while you heard him the guy trying to attach himself to your side didn’t, so Calum leant forward and pushed on his shoulder.
That got his attention and the guy dropped his arm as he turned and tried to glare at Calum, although it wasn’t anywhere near as menacing as it should have been. “You got a problem mate.”
“Me? No.” Calum shrugged. “Not if you leave her alone and piss off right now. But if you don’t then yeah, we’re gonna have a problem.”
“You her boyfriend or something?” Calum looked to you and you looked back wide eyed and he just shrugged again.
“It doesn’t matter if I am or not, she’s clearly not interested and that means you need to leave her alone.”

Luke had noticed that you’d been acting a little differently for the last few weeks. It wasn’t anything glaringly obvious, but he still noticed the way your smile didn’t make it all the way to your eyes and that you didn’t seem as carefree as you always had.
He felt kind of helpless, not knowing what was wrong, but there was a terrible nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that he’d done something wrong and that you were acting this way because you were thinking about ending things between the two of you. If that was the case he’d rather not know. He knew he had to ask eventually though because he knew it was only going to get worse the longer he pretended that everything was fine.
He knew that he had to ask one night when you came home and went straight into your room without even greeting him. He was shocked at first, even on your worst days you tried to offer him a smile before you broke down and told him about every shitty thing that had happened to you in the day. When he entered your room he expected you to tell him to leave, but you didn’t; you just stayed curled up under the covers facing away from him.
There was a brief moment of hesitation before he climbed into the bed beside you. It took a little while but eventually you turned over to face him. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting to see, probably that you’d been crying, but he wasn’t prepared for the detached, blank look in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered reaching out and running his thumb over your cheek. He didn’t know what he was apologising for but he figured it might help if you heard it anyway.
Then you told him everything; you told him how being with him made people treat you differently. How some people befriended you in hopes of meeting him, and how others avoided you entirely. You hated that people treated you differently because of who you were dating and Luke hated that begin with him caused you so much distress and forced you to become so isolated.
All he’d ever done was love you and try to protect you and he hadn’t even been able to do that; so that night he held you until you both fell asleep, hoping that it would somehow make things better.

“Michael would you like to comment on the rumours that your girlfriend has an eating disorder, because quite a few people have noticed that she’s lost a fair bit of weight recently.” Michael stiffened as the interviewer looked at him expectantly.
All the other boys shot him glances that contained varying degrees of unease, but he ignored all of them as his blood began to boil. He was sure his face had gone bright red and his hands had clenched into fists as he looked over at the stupid guy with the ridiculous haircut and even worse questions.
“Yes, I would.” He started, his words icy and laced with venom. “The first comment I’d like to make about it is that it’s none of your fucking business. In fact, it’s no one’s business but hers. She doesn’t have a fucking eating disorder, but if she did I can guarantee that all you assholes harassing her about it wouldn’t help.”
“We were just concerned, that’s all. We didn’t – ” The interviewer tried to back pedal but Michael was fed up with all of this.
“Don’t give me that shit, none of you are concerned about the health of my girlfriend, all you want is some fucking scandal to get you views or sell your magazines. You treat her like she’s an object just because she’s dating me and that’s so wrong because she’s a person just like the rest of us and she deserves her privacy but none of you seem to care about that.”
Ashton was sitting the closest to him and tried to reach out to stop him but Michael just brushed his hand away.
“Now unless you’d like to make a formal apology for that question that was totally out of line and get back to asking questions about our new album I’m done here.” The interviewer was too shocked to say anything and Michael was absolutely livid so he unclipped his microphone and walked away from the desk they’d been sat around, pulling his phone out and dialling your number as he went.